Of silence, growth, innocence, loneliness, and love.

Poem Translation:

Poem 1:

I who grew inside a tree

would have a lot to say

but I learned so much silence

that I have silence to give

you learn that as you grow

when you grow with nothing except the pleasure of growing

with a passion only for substance

with no more action than innocence

and inside the golden hour

until heights calls it

to turn it into an orange

Poem Translation:

Poem 2:

There is ten centimeters of silence

between yours hands and mine

a frontier of words unsaid

between your lips and mine

and something that sparkles with sadness

between yours eyes and mine
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